The Third Day Comes A Frost, A

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate... When In Eternal Lines To Time Thou Growst So Long As Men Can Breathe Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.